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“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

But I didn't expect that it'll end sooner than later. "Hey, I'm sorry, come here...I didn't mean to alarm you," he kissed my hair and pulled me onto his chest where I sighed thinking should I just tell him the truth, rip the bandage, and get it over with. "I was engaged three years ago, she passed away, there was an incident with my stalker." His words cut deep into my heart, he hated stalkers. Despised them. "Brice..." ...I am one, a stalker.

But neither of us moved away. I stroked her hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. “You’ve ruined me,” I whispered with a smile. She laughed softly, snuggling closer. “Good. You ruined me too.” We stayed in bed long after, tangled in each other, talking about nothing and everything. She told me little stories about her childhood, about her father teaching her to cook. I told her things I’d never shared with anyone my fears, my loneliness, the truth behind the mask I wore for the world.

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

It's like all my efforts to be alone will all be for nothing. "Hey, why do you look even more stressed than me?" Crimson suddenly asked. "What?" I replied. "Do I?" He nodded. "Are you really that worried about me?" Well, he isn't really off the mark with that one. "I am." He looked at me, hesitating about something, but then he put his cup down. "I don't get into fights because I want to, you know. People just pick fights with me out of nowhere." "Well, even though you look so scary, you're honestly a nice guy. You even let me join your club even though you were so against it."

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

He stammered. This made Adam impatient, got up from his seat and approached Jes. "Say it!" Adam stood in front of Jes with his hands on his hips. "I ..." Jes came back stammering. "Eat or ... .." Adam had not had time to continue speaking, but Jes was already shaking her head. This made Adam grin. Jes hurriedly got out of bed. But because of the hurry the blanket that still covered her legs was forgotten to be removed and fell to the floor. Jes tripped over her own blanket.

In spite of questions and curiosity that Maverick has in his eyes, he closed and locked the door without taking his gaze off me. “How long have you been doing this? Didn’t you two think that in the eyes of law, you are brothers and sisters!” Maverick continued his rant. Rolling my eyes, I stood up to get some tissue on my cabinet which was beside Maverick. “He first fucked my last night until earlier morning. We couldn’t get enough of each other so we’re doing it again.” I explained simply, this time facing him while I wiped Manuel’s cum on my chest. I run my tongue on my lips to lick everything off.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Yeah, I'm fucked up. ..... By the time I leave Raegan's house, it is once again dark, and it is raining, of course. I haven't spoken to Trig all fucking day, but I've been keeping an eye on my little bird, as I always fucking do. I can watch her on the live feed that streams to my fucking phone when I'm not near our apartment. She has no idea there are fucking cameras hidden throughout her apartment, but I do. Even though she isn't at home right now, I know exactly where she is. I haven't seen her yet, but I know she's been working for Stacks at Wicked Desires, one of the state's most exclusive gentlemen's playgrounds. It's not just a fucking strip joint and bar, but it's also a hotbed of il